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If you are from Uganda, then you need to mind your posts on social media if you do not want to end up in jail! As silly as it stands, it is true – and sadly so.
Under the government’s insured “cyber harassment and offensive communication” law, posts, comments and opinions on social media ‘targeted’ at the government is a crime punishable by law.
Everyone knows that President Yoweri Kaguta Museveni handles opposition with an iron fist, his relationship and actions to opposition parties and Bobi Wine, in particular, says it all. But his actions towards Ugandan feminist, Dr. Stella Nyanzi shows his level of mediocrity and lack of shame.
How can a woman with only 207,796 Followers on Facebook be a threat to a president, to the extent of jailing her for a post she made on her social media account?
One would have thought that the president will ignore Dr. Nyanzi, especially since it has constantly said she suffers from a mental dysfunction.
The academic, who has been in Luzira Women’s Prison for eight months, is on trial after the government accused her of “cyber harassment and offensive communication” for penning and posting a poem on Facebook.
The poem, published on September 16, 2018, uses a graphic description of the birth of the Ugandan President and his mother’s vagina to criticize his “oppression, suppression and repression” of the country, which he has ruled for over 30 years.
Her facebook intro reads:
“I am a die-hard Facebooker who loudly speaks my mind based on my banal experiences of life.”
This was the Poem by Stella Nyanzi
Posted on Facebook, September 16, 2018
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday.
How bitterly sad a day!
I wish the smelly and itchy cream-coloured candida festering in Esiteri’s cunt had suffocated you to death during birth.
Suffocated you just like you are suffocating us with oppression, suppression and repression!
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday.
How painfully ugly a day!
I wish the lice-filled bush of dirty pubic hair overgrown all over Esiteri’s unwashed chuchu had strangled you at birth.
Strangled you just like the long tentacles of corruption you sowed and watered into our bleeding economy.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday.
How nauseatingly disgusting a day!
I wish the acidic pus flooding Esiteri’s cursed vaginal canal had burnt up your unborn fetus.
Burnt you up as badly as you have corroded all morality and professionalism out of our public institutions in Uganda.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday.
How horrifically cancerous a day!
I wish the infectious dirty-brown discharge flooding Esiteri’s loose pussy had drowned you to death.
Drowned you as vilely as you have sank and murdered the dreams and aspirations of millions of youths who languish in the deep sea of massive unemployment, and under-emplyment in Uganda.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday.
How traumatically wasted a day!
I wish the poisoned uterus sitting just above Esiteri’s dry clitoris had prematurely miscarried a thing to be cast upon a manure pit.
Prematurely miscarried just like you prematurely aborted any semblance of democracy, good governance and rule of law.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday!
How morbidly grave a day!
I wish that Esiteri’s cursed genitals had pushed out a monstrously greenish-bluish still-birth.
You should have died at birth, you dirty delinquent dictator…
You should have died in birth, Yoweri Kaguta Museveni.
